SERENA POV
"You're coming tonight," Adriano said. He stood in the doorway of the east wing at seven, looking at me with cold, hard eyes.
I looked up from the window. "Am I?"
"Your absence makes me look weak," he snapped, his voice harsh and impatient. "I won't have people whispering that I can't control my own house. Be ready at nine. Don't make me wait."
"I don't have my jewelry, Adriano," I said quietly. "Your men took it during the search."
He let out a short, mocking laugh. "Why would a prisoner need diamonds, Serena? Put on a dress and keep your mouth shut. That is the only job you have left."
He turned and left before I could say a word.
I chose a black dress. It was structured and fitted. I wanted to look like I hadn't tried at all, even though my heart was heavy. At eight-fi
